Chapter 28 Royal Knocking

• Bertha's POV
• The smoke still lingers, curling in the air. This was no chimney, but a cruel reminder that we are in a big mess. The pack house’s charred edges glow faintly in the moonlight, just a hint of what could have been a catastrophe. But my mind isn’t on the damage Ford did—it’s on what he could’ve done.
• Or worse still, what he’s already set in motion. And because of that, I don't judge Friedrich for what he did to Ford, not even by a fraction.